Rebirth of Bloody Romance

At this time, a teasing voice came from the crowd, with a bit of teasing and unruly.

"Hey! Yuemin, you've wasted these years. Anyone can show off in front of you." The speaker was Zhang Haiyang, with a look of disdain and sarcasm on his face, but his eyes showed concern for his buddy.

"Yuemin, each of you give me a big cunt." Zheng Tong followed closely behind. There was a hint of joking in his words, but he also revealed an aura that should not be underestimated, as if he was going to teach those ignorant people a lesson in the next second.

"Brothers, we haven't been around in Beijing for a while, how dare you be so arrogant?" Yuan Jun said coldly, his tone full of chill. He stood next to Zhong Yuemin, forming a sharp confrontation with the man opposite. There was a tense atmosphere in the air, as if a fight would start at the slightest disagreement.

Seeing this, Li Ting hurriedly pulled Song Xiangjun back a few steps, fearing that Song Xiangjun would be affected.

Song Xiangjun looked worried, her eyes full of anxiety. She asked in a low voice, "They won't fight, will they? Will anything happen?"

Hearing this, Li Ting raised a faint smile and her eyes flashed with a bit of cunning. "Who are you worried about?" She deliberately teased Song Xiangjun, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

"I, I..." Song Xiangjun hesitated, a complicated look flashed across her face. She was indeed worried, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Li Ting saw through her thoughts, patted her shoulder gently, and said with a smile, "Teacher Song, if you are worried about Zhong Yuemin, it is completely unnecessary. Don't forget, he was a well-known figure in the city back then. These small scenes are nothing but commonplace for him."

Zhong Yuemin's smile was a bit cold, and he gently teased, "Brother, what's the matter? Let's go out and find a place where there's no one to practice?"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The young men opposite looked at each other, and no one dared to respond for a moment.

He Linhai and his men had originally thought of bullying Zhong Yuemin to save some face, as he was alone. But now they saw that there were not only four people on the other side, but also two in military uniforms, who looked of high rank, and they immediately became a little timid. They began to realize that they seemed to have provoked someone they shouldn't have.

Seeing this, He Linhai knew that he would not gain any benefit from this situation today, so he turned his attack to Song Xiangjun and shouted, "Song Xiangjun, get a divorce tomorrow. I tell you, don't try to delay me from going abroad." There was some exasperation in his voice, and he obviously wanted to save some face before leaving.

Song Xiangjun smiled bitterly, her eyes full of helplessness and sadness, but she still gently uttered one word: "Okay." She knew that this marriage had reached a point where it was irreparable, and divorce might be the best choice.

He Linhai saw that Song Xiangjun agreed, and turned around to leave, obviously not wanting to stay in this place for another second. But Zhong Yuemin was unwilling to let them go, and he said coldly, "Stop, did I let you go?"

Zhong Yuemin's voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable power that made the person opposite him stop involuntarily.

The situation was once again in a stalemate, with everyone waiting for the next development. Zhong Yuemin just stood there quietly, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes, as if foreshadowing that the next storm would be even more violent.

Zhang Haiyang, Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun watched this scene from the side, knowing in their hearts that Zhong Yuemin would never let himself or his friends suffer any loss.

He Linhai's face turned pale and blue, and the anger in his heart burned like a piece of dry wood that had been lit, but reason told him that he must not act rashly at this moment.

He Linhai suppressed his anger and asked with a trembling voice, "What do you want?"

A playful smile appeared on Zhong Yuemin's lips. He slowly took a step forward, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"I think..." Zhong Yuemin deliberately prolonged his voice to make the atmosphere more tense.

At this moment, Song Xiangjun gently pulled Zhong Yuemin's sleeve, her voice soft but firm. "Yuemin, forget it! Let them go." Her eyes showed both gratitude to Zhong Yuemin and helplessness about the future.

Zhong Yuemin turned to look at Song Xiangjun, his clear eyes seemed to contain thousands of words. He nodded gently, without saying anything more, and turned to walk towards He Linhai.

This step scared He Linhai so much that he stepped back repeatedly and almost hit the wall behind him. "What do you want to do?" His voice was full of fear.

Zhong Yuemin shook his head helplessly, and his contempt for this man increased. "Look at your cowardly look."

Zhong Yuemin said contemptuously, "I'm telling you, if I find out that you beat or scold Song Xiangjun again, believe it or not, I will not allow you to leave the country?" His tone was flat, but every word was like a heavy hammer, knocking on He Linhai's psychological defenses.

He Linhai's face became even uglier. He wanted to refute and vent his dissatisfaction, but when he saw the neat military uniforms of Li Ting and Yuan Jun, he swallowed all his words back into his stomach. He understood that he was just an insignificant little person in the capital and could not compete with these people with power and background.

Seeing He Linhai's dissatisfied but speechless look, Zhong Yuemin sneered. "Even if you have completed all the formalities, I can stop you from leaving with just one word." This sentence was like an icy blade, directly piercing through He Linhai's last line of defense.

In the end, He Linhai could only leave the scene dejectedly with a heart full of humiliation and unwillingness.

As He Linhai left, the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated. Zhong Yuemin took a deep breath and turned to look at Ni Guangnan who was standing not far away.

Zhong Yuemin stepped forward quickly and said apologetically, "Mr. Ni, I'm so sorry for making you laugh. Let's go back to the private room and continue. I'll apologize to you."

Ni Guangnan's eyes were full of wisdom. He waved his hand gently and said with a smile, "Xiao Zhong, don't be so polite. I'm full and we had a good chat just now. Let's stop here today and meet again another day."

Zhong Yuemin felt a little disappointed when he heard this. He tried to persuade Ni Guangnan to stay, but Ni Guangnan insisted on leaving, so he had to give up. "No, Mr. Ni, how can this be possible? It's a rare visit for you, and I haven't fulfilled my duty as a host."

Ni Guangnan patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Xiao Zhong, I appreciate your kindness. But in life, there are always unexpected things. Today's turmoil is also a test for you. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must stay calm and rational."

Zhong Yuemin nodded, and his respect for Ni Guangnan increased. He personally sent Ni Guangnan to the outside of Zui Xiang Lou, and asked with concern, "Mr. Ni, you just drank a little wine, is it okay to ride a bike?"

Ni Guangnan laughed, showing an attitude of not admitting old age. "Xiao Zhong, you are looking down on me! I am in good health, so what's a little bit of wine?"

Zhong Yuemin was also amused. He said with a smile, "Haha, Mr. Ni, you are still strong despite your old age. I will send you two bottles of good wine tomorrow, which will be better than what we drank today, as an apology to you."

Ni Guangnan's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Oh? That's great! But I have to make it clear first, it has to be better than the wine we had just now."

Zhong Yuemin quickly nodded in agreement. "Don't worry, Mr. Ni, it will definitely be better than that."

The two smiled at each other, as if the incident had never happened. Ni Guangnan rode his bicycle forward, not forgetting to turn back and remind them, "Xiao Zhong, go back! They are waiting for you."

Zhong Yuemin stood there and watched Ni Guangnan walk away before returning to Zui Xiang Lou.

Zhong Yuemin returned to the private room and saw Zhang Haiyang and his friends sitting around a newly served table of dishes. The atmosphere was lively. He smiled and walked over, ready to join them.

However, before Zhong Yuemin sat down, Zheng Tong teased with a gossipy look on his face, "Yuemin, who was that old man just now? You looked so nervous."

Zhong Yuemin frowned when he heard this and said in a feigned anger, "What do you mean by old man? Can you be more civilized? You are a teacher after all, how come you don't know how to respect others? Zheng Tong, I am ashamed of you."

"Fuck you, uncle!"

Seeing this, Yuan Jun also started to make a noise. "Yuemin, you were so nervous that you even changed your way of addressing me. Could that old man really be one of your uncles? Haha..."

Zhong Yuemin glared at Yuan Jun and said sternly, "You two grandsons, stop talking nonsense. He is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I respect him so much."

When Yuan Jun heard this, his eyes widened in surprise and he shouted, "Fuck! Is this true? Even if it's true, so what? What does it have to do with you? Do you have to be so attentive? I've never seen you care so much about others."

Zhong Yuemin rolled his eyes helplessly at Yuan Jun and said with a smile, "Brother, there is really nothing to communicate with an illiterate like you. Mr. Ni is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a national treasure. How can I not respect him? Besides, it would be good for us to know more knowledgeable people."

When Yuan Jun heard that he was called illiterate, he immediately became unhappy and shouted, "Fuck! You said I'm illiterate? Do you believe that I will be furious with you?"

Zhang Haiyang and others couldn't help laughing when they saw this.

Song Xiangjun spoke softly amid the laughter of the crowd, with a barely perceptible sadness in her voice. "Zhong Yuemin, I came here today to drink the legendary "Forget Worry Wine". But the people at Zui Xiang Lou told me that they didn't have it. Can you...can you go and get me two bottles?"

Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly when he heard this. He knew very well that alcohol could not really solve the problem, especially a mysterious name like "Forget-Sorrow Wine", which could easily make people have unrealistic fantasies.

Zhong Yuemin sighed and said earnestly, "Teacher Song, drinking too much alcohol is really bad. Although it is called Forget-Sorrow Wine, it is just a name after all. It cannot really make people forget their sorrows. Isn't there a poem that says, 'Drinking to forget sorrow only makes you more sorrowful'?"

Song Xiangjun listened quietly, without refutation or speaking any more words. She just looked at Zhong Yuemin deeply with her clear eyes. There seemed to be thousands of words in her eyes, but they all turned into silent persistence.

Zhong Yuemin was frightened by her gaze, but he finally gave in and smiled helplessly. "Okay, Teacher Song, I'll go see if there's any, but let's make it clear first that we can only drink in moderation."

Seeing this, Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong also started to make a fuss. "Yuemin, you have to take more. There are so many people here. Everyone wants to taste the legendary Forget Worry Wine!"

Zhong Yuemin smiled bitterly, shook his head, turned and walked out of the private room.

Not long after, Zhong Yuemin returned to the private room with two bottles of "Forget Worry Wine". As soon as he entered the room, he was greeted by a round of teasing from several people.

"Yuemin, you are too stingy. You only brought back two bottles?" Zheng Tong spoke first, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"That's right, with so many people, who will drink enough with two bottles of wine?" Yuan Jun also echoed, his eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and dissatisfaction.

"Yuemin, you were not like this before, be more generous!" Zhang Haiyang teased with a smile, but his tone revealed his curiosity and desire for "Forget-Sorrow Wine".

Faced with the teasing of several people, Zhong Yuemin pretended to be helpless and spread his hands. "Stop talking nonsense. Do you want it or not? If not, these two bottles are also gone." There was a hint of cunning in his words, as if he had already expected such a reaction.

"Fuck, you are such a stingy person!"

The room was suddenly filled with laughter, and the atmosphere became relaxed and joyful. Song Xiangjun watched all this quietly from the side, with a faint smile on her lips. She did not join in the teasing, but quietly picked up the wine glass and began to drink.

The Forget-Your-Worries Wine is crystal clear, fragrant, soft and lingering. Song Xiangjun took a sip, as if all her worries were gone with the aroma of the wine. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility and beauty of the moment.

Seeing this, others also picked up their wine glasses and tasted this legendary "Forget-Your-Worry Wine".

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were the clinking of wine glasses and gentle conversations, as if the whole world had become gentle.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere in the private room was broken by Zhang Haiyang's soft voice. "Yuemin, Li Ting and I are going north. Do you have anything else to tell us?"

Zhong Yuemin heard this, restrained his smile, thought seriously for a while, and then slowly said, "You know that we have a liquor supplier here, which is an advantage. Some time ago, I contacted a canning factory, thinking that we can sell these liquors and canned goods to the Soviet Union. However, this requires us to be fully prepared, including recruiting some talents who are dissatisfied with the current situation in the Soviet Union, and opening up connections with them."

Zhang Haiyang nodded and continued to ask, "Then how many people should we recruit?"

Zhong Yuemin hesitated for a moment and replied, "As long as they are capable and useful to us, the more the better. Talent is the key to development, and we need a strong team to support the entire plan."

Before Zhang Haiyang could say anything, Yuan Jun started yelling, "Fuck! From what you two said, you want to raise a large number of Soviet traitors!"

"Fuck you, what rude words! We are doing business, it is a legal trade, how can you say that we are supporting a traitor to the Soviet Union?"

Yuan Jun did not show any weakness and retorted, "Fuck you! You did it, and you won't let me talk about it. Isn't this like a whore trying to be a saint?"

"Fuck you uncle!"

"piss off!"